Tag Archives: War
Maybe this time sir, maybe we’ll win this time, A smile – yes boys, have heart and stay in line, And God bless you – aye sir, God bless you too – Let’s show these Huns the things a man can do. But maybe this time, yes, maybe this time, Why maybe fate this time will be so fine, To gaze upon the lads, their cheeks still red, And choose to let them live instead. Maybe this time, oh Lord, maybe this time, You might for once have spared those boys of mine, You heard their cries above the sound of war, Yet all is as it was before.
For those asleep on England’s shores, Are fighting men in foreign wars, Are falling men in foreign wars, For those asleep on England’s shores. Come now sir, you’re being a bore, Say some of those from England’s shores, What cares have we for foreign wars, When wars are fought without a cause? What cares have you? You’ve some for sure, Although you might not find the cause, Have care for men in foreign wars, For men who stay on distant shores.
They killed my boy, my Tommy’s dead, Oh would that it were me instead, Old should not live if young are dead, Oh would that it were me instead. But war is when the young men die, And war is when the old men cry, As Priam once from gates of Troy, ‘My boy, My boy, My boy, My boy.’